User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160811145125/@comment-1298206-20161116192056

One side of Grimear's mouth twitched faintly in a smile for Feffle's boldness towards the vermin. "Now." ''With that, the two hares were about to depart when Serrano appeared. Grimear's face became stolid as his paw frozen on his sword hilt.''